$uicider
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[Verse 1: RUBY DA CHERRY]
Hunnid spokes on the fucking hearse
Bitch I'm cursed
Riding around with a can full of gas and a match and a mask
Then we stop at the Church
Lighting the front of the blunt now I'm burnt
Got that work in my trunk
Yeah, that's that bump that you heard
That pussy boy purred when I popped him in the head
Got blood on my shirt
Yung Plague is the worst
Pulling up on a curb
And then snatch me a purse
And the bitch carrying it
When she ever gonna learn?
Bitch I’m trying to swerve
Something like I got no limbs
Flowing with the dirt
Middle finger up
Fuck the hurt